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Laurena nods, silent as she stares into the slowly darkening Abbey grounds.

A softspoken vole by the name of Cheffen soon approached pushing some water and tea on a small trolley, distributing it to the fighters as he went down the rows. He soon stopped at Laurena and Birne's position, passing some Dandelion Tea to the two hares on Birne's left, before looking to the squirrel and mouse. "Tea or water, Birne, Abbess?"

Laurena shrugged, standing up. "Nettle tea, please." Cheffen nodded, passing a wooden cup to her, raising an eyebrow to the squirrel. "Birne?"

Malachi was soon met by a scrawny mousewife named Elise, who was directing a handful of diligently working moles who were barricading the gates with sacks of dirt and sand.

Elise nodded to the otter, crossing her arms and dealing him a rather stern look. "You 'ere tah work, or just abandonin' ya post?"

The otter smirked. "'Th' enemy are expert bowbeasts, ye know. Y' probably would've 'ad an arrow 'twixt yore eyes by th' time y' pull yoreself back down." She winked, with a rather humorless twitch of her lips in mimic of a smile. "Saw 'em in action meself."